Thunder, please explain Why you ask me how I am, I'm fine I Wonder is it sane To pierce purple eyeballs made of china
I love you like a son, like a game I have won Like a toothbrush I used for the Eiffel Tower My youth, it is gone, it's a boot stuck in the ground Is there truth to be found in an iron flower
Mmm, I will try hard to be a spark of power I will, I'll never be your iron flower
Stone please explain Why your silence makes more noise than thunder Bones; is it sane To obey me and the flesh you're under
Your words are soon gone and it hurts, I have none Take a jump from you pretty linguistic tower The goal of speech, so obnoxious to reach Only one thing to do, melt your iron flower...
Mmm, I will try hard to be a spark of power I will, I'll never be your iron flower Mmm...
